Someone wrote in [personal profile] andrewducker 2003-05-06 07:08 pm (UTC)

This is the reason why I read when I'm in the toilet on the bus and walking from one place to another. In the unusual event of me being stuck somewhere without something to do to entertain me my mind tends to wind itself up to a fever pitch for a few minutes before giving up entirely. This is usually the point where I start thinking, but the intermediate stage of frustration is too much of a pain to go through very often and it's not like I don't think a fair bit as it is.

Reading in the toilet is bad enough, but in the toilet on a bus? I'd rather get the deed done and get out of there... heh. or should there have been a comma?

I have much less of a need for books than I used to. Back during school, during endless hours of study-hall, etc., and during college in those hours between classes, reading was a good way to keep from going stir-crazy. But now that I don't have so much nothing-to-do-but-wait time, during the free time that I do have, as during lunch, often I am fine just sitting, relaxing, thinking, watching.... Sometimes I even need that time just to digest or process the previous events of the day. Occasionally I will still get a restless urge to read, but not that often.

And it’s not just mentally different – I find physical abnormalities irresistible.

There was a show on tv about Siamese twins. The one set of twins they were showing had basically one lower body (2 legs, 2 arms) but with 2 heads (2 hearts, 2 spines). Looking at them, it was truly like seeing a person with 2 heads. Yet, watching them, I was amazed at how normal they looked. Not like anything freakish, but something normal. They just happened to have one body with two heads.

darkoshi (http://users.ecoisp.com/shaku8/mir/)

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